The beautiful evening,
with sun ready to set in.
Sitting beside the lake,
there is the silence all around.
...
There you were with Vantilator on,
I was desperate and feeling alone.
The hustle and bustle was around,
But night was falling with lot of sound.
...
Lets talk about the days gone..
Of rainy seasons, ,
Of blooming flowers, ,
And chirping birds in the garden…
...
I Wish If I was a cloud..
Flying high in the sky..
Touching mountains..
And raining in forest.
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The Sound Of Silence
The beautiful evening,
with sun ready to set in.
Sitting beside the lake,
there is the silence all around.
The fog is thickening,
and cold gives shivering.
In a few minutes,
the moments will be frozen.
The time will become History,
never to visit again.
The horse rider on saddle,
patting his Stallion,
will disappear in woods.
There will be left,
Only the silence,
and the sound of the silence.